Lucian's POV
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"You've got to be fucking kidding me right now." He groaned when he woke up with a sharp headache splitting his skull.
His eyes were hazy but after a few seconds of trying to get his vision back, it became clearer, giving him a view of his current location.
He wasn't dead... Apparently.
The hellhole he was at didn't seem like any afterlife depictions he's seen in the Lunarian libraries.
No. Instead of an afterlife, he was welcomed with a stereotypical dark room with only a single overhead white crystal light that flickered occasionally, rooted to the ceiling.
His nose was stuffy, his throat parched like he hadn't come across any liquid in centuries. But that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was the fact that he was strapped to a metal chair, his hands tied behind said chair with chains. Not just any chains either.
"Argh." He hissed with pain when the sharp sting of the silver melting into his wrist boiled into his blood and bones.
